Make Her Smile
by TheSyndra
Summary: Anna's crush on her step-sister is really becoming a problem. It's quite unfortunate and it won't go away. [mAU, Smut, g!p Anna, ElsAnna, Twoshot].
1. Chapter 1

**A/N: **There's a g!p Anna in this. And smut.

Enjoy.

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She tells herself the feelings don't matter.

She's not delusional. She doesn't tell herself it's not a big deal when she's jerking off in the shower or blaring music through her headphones to force away the thoughts of _her_. But she definitely has to tell herself that when she's being too flirty with her and maybe touching her a little too much, because otherwise she'll drive herself up a wall and she has to live in this house with her stepsister for at least another year.

So maybe she _is _delusional and it's a bigger problem than she's making it out to be and Elsa's possibly going to be the death of her.

It's definitely a crush. She stopped denying that a year ago when she saw Elsa in a bikini for the first time, or as she likes to refer to it — her first instant boner. She's known that she's at least _bi _since sixth grade so the whole liking a girl thing was never the problem, just the fact that she wants to have sex with her mother's husband's daughter. Her freaking step-sister. It's, _well. _ Elsa's older and prettier and smarter and she immediately took a liking to Anna when they first met and she can be so touchy at times, she likes to get too close. And maybe _that's_ an indication she has no idea that Anna has the hots for her. _Or_ that Anna has a penis.

Anna can admit that to herself — if Elsa knew about either one of those, she'd never want to cuddle with, or touch Anna again. It's just a simple fact.

Luckily Anna's close enough with her best friend that they can kick it and talk about _anything _and not have it get too awkward. Still, the liking a sister thing is weirder than any conversation they've ever had so Anna's treading lightly. She's listening to Kristoff's weird music on the couch in his basement when she tries to bring it up.

"Your grade on the math test better than last time?" she says.

Kristoff gives her a look that tells her everything she needs to know. "I think I might end up retaking the fucking class. Hopefully I get a better teacher."

"Yeah, hopefully," Anna says. She scratches at a spot on her jeans mindlessly before working up enough courage to ask, "So… Sometimes you like someone that maybe you shouldn't. Like, what do you do about that? "

"You talking about your stepsister?" Kristoff says.

She thought she was more subtle than that. Maybe she isn't. "No," Anna lies.

"You're not even really related, and it's not like you call your stepfather dad. Maybe you should go for it."

"I'm not talking about Elsa."

"Aren't you?"

"She's older and prettier and captain of the flag team. Most of the high school doesn't even know we're sisters. No I am not talking about her."

Kristoff shrugs and focuses intently on a spot on the wall before turning back to Anna. "You're popular in your own circle, you know. Like with the band. And you're not like, _real _sisters. You definitely could do a lot worse. Hans — "

"We're not gonna talk about Hans," Anna says quickly, because she hates being reminded just how young and dumb she once was. Even if that was like six months ago. She shouldn't have even tried to date someone like him, knew she could never tell him what's actually in her pants.

"Uh," Kristoff says. "Sorry." He pats her knee and offers a smile. "If it helps, I think she'd go for you if she's into… Is she even into women?"

"I'm not sure." Anna leans back, thinking about it. She's never heard Elsa really talk seriously about being _into _anyone. There was that one time she admitted that Angelina Jolie is kind of sexy. But everyone thinks Angelina Jolie is sexy. It's a thing.

Anna needs to be better at thinking of things that aren't Elsa. Her mind's already circling back to every time Elsa's touched her or said something that can be misconstrued as anything other than sisterly. Fuck, Anna wants her so bad that she's like, creating a fake reality in her head. "Maybe all of this is a really bad idea."

"If you never try, you might regret it."

That's also a good point, only Anna would never have the courage to actually initiate anything.

She ends up at Five Guys with Elsa that night. There's an after school rehearsal tomorrow for the band. Elsa's not in it, but she's going to show up anyway. She says she wants to go to the 'last rehearsal before the competition' party and she thinks they should spend more time together. Which is why they're out eating in Five Guys.

"I hear you practicing sometimes. You're seriously talented," Elsa says, stabbing a fry in her direction for emphasis. "You shouldn't waste it on school band. You should join something around the city."

"School band isn't _wasting _my talent," Anna says, "And I _have _tried out for things."

"Like what," Elsa says, like it's a challenge.

"Tried out for Arendelites, it's the orchestra that — "

"I know what it is," Elsa says.

Anna doesn't know why she feels so defensive, but something compels her to say, "I've been playing weddings and stuff since I was like, seven."

"Seven is way too young," Elsa says, picking up her burger. She got the double patty bacon cheese burger with all the toppings. It's almost as amazing as she is.

Anna doesn't ask if _she's_ too young. Elsa's only two years older than her but she's ages ahead in everything else from life experience to even looks. She's so mature and Anna still looks like she should be wearing braces. She's too young.

When they get home, Elsa asks, "Want to hang out in my room? Talk and hangout, have like a sleepover or something." She's got the bigger room with the cool window because this is her house and Anna and her mom moved in after the marriage, but Elsa was at least nice enough to offer to switch during the first week they were there.

"Sure," Anna shrugs.

"Cool. Put on your pajamas and come in," Elsa says. "It's going to be fun, I have a surprise."

Anna's never really done a sleepover since her only _sleepover_ friend is Kristoff and her mother doesn't believe in letting her sleep over a boy's house. Which is weird. But she says, "Sounds good to me," as Elsa locks the front door.

Ten minutes later Anna's looking in the mirror and staring at herself in a t-shirt and boxer briefs because she doesn't have any clean pajama pants. She decides to go for sweats even though she'd rather not sleep in them. Maybe she has a dumb crush but that doesn't have to mean anything about her. Like it doesn't necessarily make _her _dumb. She looks pretty cute in a high school freshman kind of way. Hans thought she was attractive at least. He was a self obsessed douche, but he still found her attractive.

Anna doesn't honestly know what Elsa thinks of her in the looks department. Elsa and Hans are equally attractive and confident in their own respects, but Anna's so into Elsa that she can't even begin to think clearly about this. After all, six months ago she fell in love with a guy she knew for two days. She obviously knows nothing about attraction and relationships.

"You're just hanging out down the hall," she tells her reflection. "Don't make this a big deal."

Anna goes to knock on Elsa's door, but it opens before she gets the chance. Elsa's already giggling suspiciously as she grabs Anna's wrist and drags her into the room before locking the door behind her. "Got my hands on a bottle of lemon Svedka," she says. Her face straightens. "Unless, of course you like don't drink or anything. I honestly don't that much, but I thought — "

"No it's totally cool," Anna says. She's actually never had a drink in her life but she might as well do it now because she hears there might be some drinks at the band party tomorrow. "I'm down."

"We can mix it with orange soda and drink it out of solo cups like we're at a frat party," Elsa laughs. "Wish I had something classier like Champagne and big wine glasses."

Anna just smiles and walks over to Elsa's luxurious bed, sinking down onto the mattress. She watches as Elsa pours the Svedka and then the soda into the cup and then she sticks out a hand to take hers as Elsa sits next to her.

"Take a sip, tell me how it is," Elsa says.

Anna lifts the cup to her lips and doesn't know exactly what to expect. But what she gets is the faint taste of soda and the overwhelming taste of what has to be the Svedka, which is fucking weird because it looked like it was a five to two ratio, but the soda is obviously losing. "It's good," she smiles afterwards.

Elsa lets out a laugh that starts as a low hum in her throat. "You're absolutely adorable, you know." Guess that solves the looks question. Anna doesn't know how she feels about adorable. It's better than ugly, at least. "Tell me about your dating life. You back in the swing of things?"

Anna scoots back on the bed and leans against the wall. "What do you mean?"

Elsa's smirking like she wants to laugh. "I mean, like. Your thing with Hans. It happened so fast that I don't even know if it can be called a thing, but — "

"Hey," Anna snaps. She sits up straight and tries to hide the fact that her feelings were just kind of hurt. She's going to leave. She should leave. This is —

Suddenly Elsa's cup's on the headboard and she's got a hand on Anna's waist. "Hey," she echoes back to Anna. It's not as forceful as Anna said it. "Hey," she says again, pressing her lips to Anna's ear. Anna can't see her face right now but she really, really wants to. "I'm sorry, okay? I, _shit. _I didn't mean to say it like that." She runs a hand along Anna's stomach over her shirt. "I was just wondering, is all. I mean, I get your hints. Do you get mine?"

Elsa leans back and stares at Anna with her head tilted. Anna stares at the crease in Elsa's pajama pants where her leg bends. It's the only thing she can look at on Elsa that doesn't make her pants want to bulge. She doesn't know what to say.

"I'm… I'm not sure what we're hinting at," she finally fumbles out.

Elsa smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Maybe she's trying to hint that she wants to be with Anna. Or maybe Anna's getting drunk off the Svedka and bending reality again. Elsa turns and picks her cup up, knocking back the rest of the drink. "Nothing. It was… nothing. I'm gonna pour myself another one."

Anna searches for any other signs the rest of the night but she finds absolutely nothing, not even with her warped mind. Elsa leans in a bit closely like one time, but other than that she keeps her distance and keeps the talking topics friendly — _sisterly_. Eventually she passes out with her body angled away from Anna and Anna tries to get under the covers as much as possible with Elsa on top of them because the room is freezing.

She finally gets warm enough but she wakes up cold anyway. Elsa's shaking her. "You slept right through my alarm, Snowflake. We need to make you look less hungover or your mom's going to kill me." Elsa's already dressed in a tight blue dress that looks fancier than anything Anna owns (sweats and sweats and t-shirts).

How does she look so beautiful and cheerful, she drank like three times as much as Anna. It's not fair. "I look like crap whenever I wake up, Mom won't even notice," Anna says.

Elsa hands her an aspirin and a glass of water. "You never look like crap, trust me she'll notice. Drink and swallow and then come get some breakfast in you." And then just like that she walks away elegantly and leaves the room. Since Anna can't really protest, she takes the pill and climbs out of bed.

She's three-hundred percent positive that if she tells Kristoff about this he'll never let her live it down. Good thing this is probably the one thing she'll never tell him. Not that there's anything to tell, but she somehow feels like this experience should be kept in her private collection.

The last band practice is a shit show and honestly not even that good, but everyone is cheering and clapping afterwards like they perfectly executed Beethoven's fifth for the first time. They almost couldn't even get through Baby Elephant Walk or Greensleeves, but they did actually manage to play the Pirates medley fairly well. They're better on days that they're not distracted by free booze afterwards.

The seniors in the band are more excited than anything, one guy slinging an arm around Anna's shoulders. "We're all gonna get hammered tonight, show you _Freshies_ how to have a good time as our parting gift."

Anna laughs because she's not used to getting attention from seniors and laughing seems like an appropriate thing to do. Elsa finds her and pulls her away. "Whoa, calm down John," she says. "If my _sister _wants to learn anything, I'll be the one to teach her."

Last night really sealed the whole 'we're sisters and nothing's going to happen' deal.

Everything's a blur from there as Elsa drags her around holding her hand and talking to everyone and then they go home and Elsa helps her pick an outfit out for the party and it's apparently a bigger deal than Anna thought and everyone will be there. Elsa says it's going to be good shit, it's the third one she's been to.

Two hours later Anna's standing alone in a corner with her drink in her hands, watching everyone be drunk off their asses. Kristoff is being kind of creepy with the cute DJ and Elsa's nowhere to be found. Anna tries to wander off, maybe find a spot where there aren't too many people so she can keep to herself. She's almost made it to safety when there's suddenly a hand grabbing at her arm.

She leans back against the wall in the kitchen, blinking up at Hans. "The party's in there," Anna points out when Hans doesn't say anything. "It's just me in here."

"I just want you to know," Hans says, running a finger along her jawline and behind her ear. It's annoying and she wants to knock his lights out but she stays calm. "… that your sister is so fucking hot. You think you could maybe… ?"

"Even you're not dumb enough to think she'd go for you," Anna says. "Come on, Hans. Get off of me." This whole night is stupid, she shouldn't have come to this party. Parties aren't even her thing. Well, not that she's ever been to any real ones.

"I know," Hans slurs. He's running his fingers through Anna's hair now. She doesn't know if this is just how drunks are or if she needs to be panicking.

"Really," she says, hearing her voice get whiny and completely hating herself for it. "Get off of me."

"Okay," Hans says, his voice deep. He steps away and before Anna can process another thought she all but sprints to the upstairs bathroom.

Whatever that was, she doesn't want it to happen again. She's just going to hide in here and hope everyone's too drunk to climb the stairs and they all just fight over the downstairs bathroom. She's in there for a while before she gets her first knock on the door. She's tempted to ignore it, but she can't.

"Anna are you in there? It's Elsa."

Anna reluctantly stands and walks over to open the door. The bathroom is big enough to comfortably hold the both of them, thankfully.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," Elsa says. "I was worried."

"Sorry," Anna shrugs. "The party seems fun and everyone from the band is being really cool, but everyone is also kind of shitfaced."

"You don't like these kind of things, do you?"

Anna shrugs again. "I like parties, just maybe not these kind. I don't know."

Elsa leans over and rests against the sink. "Why'd you come?"

"I'm in the band," Anna says. "I thought maybe I should. Plus, you were excited and I wanted to hang out with you."

"Aww, if you want to spend time together, just ask. Hey, stop that, don't glare at me." Elsa taps Anna's nose. "It's really cute."

Anna's face heats up like a… it just heats up really freaking fast and she drops her head hoping she's not blushing as much as she feels like she is. She also doesn't know how to respond to that so she stays silent.

Elsa's hand cups her cheek, though, and Anna kind of _has_ to look up. Elsa's staring back at her with a serious expression. "So you're not drunk," she says quietly.

Anna snorts out a laugh. "No I've had like three sips of beer. I don't really drink, honestly."

Elsa nods. Her expression is unreadable when she says, "Okay, then," and pushes Anna against the sink and kisses her.

She moves in so slowly that Anna knows exactly what's going to happen before it happens. She has plenty of time to move away or protest or say no because kissing her stepsister at a party is definitely not a good idea. But Elsa is so beautiful and just. No. Anna's not moving when she's about to get what she's wanted for over a year now.

And now they're _kissing_, and she's been kissed before and not just dumb kisses, she's had good kisses. And this is just another kiss. So there's no real excuse for how this is making her feel or how it makes her shiver, or how her head starts spinning when Elsa leans in and strokes her cheek as her other hand travels down Anna's waist.

Anna's kind of surprised when Elsa makes it messy, drags her lips down Anna's jaw and probably leaves a bunch of lipstick stains and starts kissing Anna's neck enough for her to feel it but not enough to leave a hickey. She's even more surprised when Elsa's fingers start digging into her hip and playing with the hem of her shirt. Her mind goes completely blank and she feels a little like she's drowning, but she wouldn't want to be feeling any other way right now.

Which maybe isn't smart because there's probably something she needs to be controlling.

"Should we maybe stop?" she manages to get out as Elsa swirls her tongue around her ear. Anna's hard and wants to be touched _yesterday_, but she doesn't expect Elsa to stick a hand in her pants and just… oh _shit._

Elsa laughs easily, then nips at Anna's ear lobe. "We could stop," she says, slipping a hand under Anna's shirt. It's warm as she slides it up Anna's skin and over her bra. She feels around for a moment, then she slides it back down and flips open Anna's fly, dipping a hand inside. "Or maybe I can get you off right here."

Anna's breath catches on her next intake. "Fuck," she breathes. "Elsa that's just. You don't have…" Everything's happening so damn fast.

"Or I could get down on my knees," Elsa says. She runs her hand along Anna's length against her underwear. "I bet you'd like that view."

"Elsa, please just stop talking. Please." It'll be really embarrassing if Anna comes before anything even happens. She's already arching her hips up, pressing harder into Elsa's hand.

Elsa nods. "Fuck, alright. Lets just — "

Anna almost doesn't hear the knock at the door. It only really registers when Elsa pulls away and opens it just wide enough to stick her head out and say, "My sister's upset. Give us a freaking minute."

She locks the door again and turns back to Anna, but there's no heat in her eyes anymore. Now she just looks… sad and apologetic. Anna's the one that should be sorry. She's the one with the fucking bulge and unzipped fly.

"We should just go home," Elsa says.

She's right, sadly. The moment's kind of lost.

Anna doesn't cry on the car ride back, but she wants to as she keeps shifting to hide how hard she is for the first half of the ride. She's not upset about what happened, just overwhelmed by all the tension because Elsa doesn't say anything to her the entire time, barely even looks her way.

When they get home she just says, "I'm so, so sorry, Anna," before retreating to her room and locking the door.

Anna wants to be upset, but she also can't help but be happy because she maybe has a chance with Elsa. And that's more than nothing. It sounds pathetic, but she passed up caring a long time ago.

The band competition is amazing, really. It's at an amusement park and there are so many other bands there and when the playing is over they get to go out into the park until it's time for the awards ceremony. Anna's mother and Elsa's father come to watch her play, but they leave afterwards and only Elsa stays to hang around with Anna.

They haven't said anything to each other since the bathroom thing, so it's a little awkward. Thankfully Kristoff catches on and convinces everyone to go on some insane ride and give them a little space.

"Im sorry," Elsa says again.

"You don't have to be," Anna says. "I um. I liked it. How'd you know about my…" She looks down. "You know."

"You don't do much to hide it," Elsa laughs. "Especially when you sleepily walk into the kitchen some mornings only wearing your briefs and a t-shirt."

Anna's cheeks start to heat up and she clutches at her arm. She's never thought about that. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wave it around in your face."

"Maybe I wouldn't mind that," Elsa says, nudging Anna.

Anna doesn't blush this time, she just shoves Elsa's shoulder. "Maybe _I _mind you leaving me hanging like that."

It's Elsa's turn to blush. "I panicked. Thought maybe I'd pushed you too far. Actually I… I don't know what I was thinking. It all happened so fast and then everything was moving in slow motion."

"You could make it up to me." Anna's taking a risk, sticking her neck out a little. "Our parents have a date night tonight and they usually get back late."

Elsa lazily wraps an arm around Anna's waist as they continue walking. She grabs a little tighter after a few steps and stops them both, leaning dangerously close to Anna's face. "I don't have to make _anything_ up to you," she says, her eyes darkening. "You're lucky I even _touched _you last night."

Anna swallows and nods. "Didn't feel that lucky," she says, her lips quirking up into a grin.

Elsa takes her hand and smiles. "Come on goofball, be my riding buddy for the day."

They get on almost every ride so they keep having an excuse to hold hands and then they drive home together after the awards ceremony. Anna's band took second place by half a point and Elsa says she's got the perfect way to cheer Anna up, even though Anna's not really sad. It was a hard competition and second out of twenty-five isn't bad at all.

Elsa gets out of the car first when they get back to the house and Anna follows behind her silently.

"I guess we can have some fun," Elsa says, locking the door behind them. She throws her bag on the ground and slips out of her shoes. She has her shirt and pants off before she even makes it to the stairs.

Anna follows behind her, taking off her own shirt and pants because at this point she's just following Elsa's lead because she's not having many coherent thoughts of her own. This could really be happening with no interruptions or anything. Just, like. Please don't let this be one of _those _dreams.

Anna's got one foot in Elsa's door before Elsa turns and says, "We should probably get cleaned up first."

So they shower, separately of course. Anna takes the one in their parents' bedroom and Elsa uses theirs. Anna goes back to Elsa's room fifteen minutes later and she's only wearing a towel. And maybe that's just a little too ambitious because Elsa's wearing a t-shirt and a pair of Anna's sweats.

Anna doesn't have a big enough rack to keep the towel up, so she's sort of awkwardly holding it when Elsa walks toward her. Elsa's even more beautiful without the makeup on.

She stops walking. "Come here."

Anna's kind of tempted to just say no… to like, see what happens. But that's dumb and she really wants this to go through so she walks over and lets Elsa take the hand she has on the towel so the towel falls away.

Then Anna's completely naked, which is a little awkward. But Elsa's into it, judging by the way she looks Anna up and down repeatedly. "You look good," she says. Her voice is all warm and approving and shit.

"You do too," Anna says. It's dumb because Elsa's wearing sweats so it's not the same thing.

She looks Elsa in the eyes. Elsa smiles. "You're blushing," she says, then she leans in and kisses Anna.

"I'm not," Anna defends. But it's a lie because she can feel it. She knows she is.

"You are." Elsa pulls her in tighter and kisses her deeper and Anna's junkk is pressed to Elsa's stomach and she's satisfied with staying like that, enjoying this knee-weakening kiss. But Elsa pulls away and tilts her head toward the bed. "Get on."

Anna climbs on immediately and wonders for moment if Elsa's ever done this before but when Elsa says, "Lay back and put your hands above your head," there's no questioning her experience. Whether the experience is with a boy or girl is still questionable, but Anna's probably going to find out soon enough. Elsa climbs on after and straddles Anna's thighs. "Keep your hands up and don't move."

Simple rules. Okay. This shouldn't be too —

Anna shivers and her breath quickens the moment Elsa's tongue runs over her bare nipple. It's hard because Elsa's being careful not to touch her anywhere else and she's running her tongue along Anna's breasts too gently to be anything but teasing. But in a flash she's biting Anna's nipple and it's getting really hard for Anna to keep her hands above her head. She settles for thrusting her hips up, trying to get some kind of friction, but Elsa moves along with her.

Elsa trails kisses down her stomach and then kisses and licks along both of Anna's thighs.

The first time Elsa runs her tongue up Anna's shaft and swivels it around the head, Anna snaps her eyes shut and flings her hand down, grabbing Elsa's hair. Despite her mind being somewhere in space, she still recognizes her mistake immediately and pulls her hand back up.

Elsa doesn't let it slide.

She sits up instantly, her hand slowly, slowly stroking Anna, and she fucking smiles this mischievous smile. "You're going to have to ask me for it now. Tell me what you want."

Fuck, that's. That's a fucking image. Anna can't get past how she actually looks kind of big in Elsa's hand. Elsa grips her tighter and her mind's brought back to her task. "Please," she tries, praying it's enough because she's almost too far gone to keep this up.

Elsa grins even wider. "You're going to have to do better than that."

"Please, Elsa. Fuck. Please," Anna says.

Elsa laughs and mimics, "Please, Elsa. Fuck. Please. That's still not telling me what you want me to do." She quickens her strokes and Anna bucks her hips.

Shit, like. This is fine. She doesn't need more than this. Anna closes her eyes and tilts her head back and thrusts along with Elsa's strokes… and then Elsa's hand is gone. "Fine," Elsa says. "If you don't want anything I guess we can stop here."

"Suck it," Anna says. Blurts. Begs. "I want you to suck it."

Elsa leans forward again, smiling. "That's better." She bends down and draws Anna in between her lips and Anna closes her eyes and moans so loud that it may even cross into yelling territory.

She doesn't know what she thought this would feel like, but getting head is sort of the best feeling in the world. Elsa's mouth feels tight around her and she wastes no time taking Anna in tongue first. Anna's in a whole other world, doesn't even know what she's feeling anymore, completely overwhelmed by the wetness of it. She didn't even know it was possible for her to be this hard.

Heat's rushing through her body, making her shake and twitch under Elsa and start mumbling things that don't make any sense. Elsa's going so slow, swallowing Anna in inch by inch but she stops a little past halfway. Anna really wishes she wasn't as big as she is because, like. The thought of Elsa's lips touching the base, her actually going all the way down, is just. Wow.

Anna flutters her eyes open and almost snaps them shut again because the sight of Elsa sucking is way too much. She's got her own eyes closed like she's in a state of bliss and her cheeks are puffed with the way she's sucking and it's a lot to handle with the way Anna's disappearing between her lips. And her lips are so pretty and puffy and — _damn_. Anna's hips buck involuntarily and she buries herself deeper in Elsa's mouth.

Elsa doesn't say anything, though. She just takes it and keeps bobbing her head and Anna realizes that Elsa _can _take it. That maybe she's done _this _before so Anna can just sit back and not worry about too much. She starts moving her hips in short thrusts as Elsa opens wider and starts getting a little sloppy, lets spit dribble down Anna.

But it's just enough to get Anna slick so that Elsa can bring her hand up and start stroking as she sucks. And her hand feels just as soft and wet as her mouth does. She starts pumping fast, but sucking slowly so her mouth and hand never quite meet each other.

Anna wants this to go on forever but she's already dangling off the edge and her legs spread wider as she turns her head and tries to muffle her cries in the pillow beneath her so it's not as obvious that she's never had this before. Elsa goes even deeper and now Anna can feel her lips at the bottom on her skin on her —

Shit, Anna grips at everything she can hold on to because her muscles are on fire and her lungs are refusing to take in any air and she lets out a loud cry just as Elsa pulls away so when Anna comes it splatters all over her own stomach.

It takes her a moment to recover, figure out how to breathe again and what her name is. Once she does she opens her eyes to find Elsa smiling down at her and maybe it's rude to think, but Elsa looks even _more_ beautiful after that.

She starts running a finger over Anna's stomach, drawing circles in the mess. "So did I make it up to you, or are you still angry about last night?"

Obviously, Anna was never angry in the first place. So, like. That shouldn't even be a question. But she plays along anyway. "I think we're even now," she says, smiling like an idiot.


	2. Chapter 2

**A/N: **Alright, here's part 2. The last part of this smut session. Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing (and fav/following). This is the first time I've done g!p. It could be better, could be worse. I tried.

Also, just in case you didn't know - there's a g!p Anna in this and there's smut. That's everything this story is.

Enjoy.

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Anna doesn't remember falling asleep, but she wakes up in Elsa's bed and Elsa is gone so she sneaks out and takes a shower. The entire time she's thinking about Elsa's lips and maybe it's a little excessive, but last night was really amazing.

She doesn't know what to do with herself after that or how she should act so she just makes herself scarce around the house and spends more time in her room and less time looking at Elsa. She gets a call from Kristoff one afternoon saying he needs her help and he says it's a 'don't ask don't tell' which means she's got to drop everything and show up because it's an emergency.

She meets him thirty minutes later outside of Walgreens like five neighborhoods over and she's got no clue what's going on in his head. He's wearing a big hoodie and looks sketch as shit.

"Kris, what are we doing here? What's the don't ask don't tell?"

He doesn't respond at first, just pulls her into an awkward hug and laughs nervously. "I couldn't go in alone," he says. "You remember the girl from the party?"

Anna looks around the parking lot. She feels awkward standing with Kristoff while he's wearing this hoodie. It feels like a drug deal or something. "The DJ?" she asks.

"Yeah."

Anna nods. "What's her name?"

"Kida," Kristoff says, smiling like he's already fucking in love. It's been like three days, he needs to slow down. "She's a junior."

Anna shoves her hands in her pockets. Junior girls are trouble. "She's out of your league."

"Elsa's a junior," Kristoff says petulantly.

"Christopher, she has tattoos. On her _face_. Kida's out of your league. And not like in a you don't deserve her way, but like… I don't know, she's probably extra experienced and stuff."

"Whatever, you're supposed to be like, supportive."

Whatever. Anna can't judge anyway, she's into her sister. "Fine. What are we doing here?"

Kristoff shrugs but his shoulders stay by his ears. "I need condoms, A. I'm gonna like, put it _in_. We were talking about it and then she said her parents would be away and I should come over." His shoulders droop down suddenly and his face falls. "I'm so nervous, what if I like mess up?"

Anna's eyes widen. That'd be really awkward. "Maybe you should talk to her about it."

"That's the dumbest idea ever, A. She expects me to like be romantic and shit, not tell her I don't know what I'm doing."

Anna's smiling before she can think to do anything else. This is huge. The both of them doing sex things and stuff. They used to be a couple of dorks. "Seriously, Kris. I'm so proud of you," she says, grabbing him into another hug. She tilts her head and they begin to walk toward the store. "So, Elsa and I. We may have done something," she says.

"Like what?"

"Like, _something_."

"Oh." Kristoff's silent until they make it to the condom aisle, then he clears his throat. "Come on then, spill it."

Anna doesn't know where to start. She can't say she doesn't want to talk about it because she brought it up because she wants to talk about it. Still, she wants to be respectful of Elsa. "I just want you to know we did something. I'm not saying what," she finally says.

"Fine." Kristoff rolls his eyes and turns to look at some condoms. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to use."

Anna knows she should be helping out, like Googling the best brands or checking sizes or something, but she's a little preoccupied by the colorful bottles on the shelf _next _to the condoms. _The 'lubricants'_. There're apparently all kinds of flavors and effects and smells and shit. She starts reading a bottle and decides maybe she needs to get some in case her and Elsa ever like, _do the do_. She'll be ready with lube and maybe condoms. And Elsa will think she's thoughtful and the best person ever.

It wouldn't just be for Elsa, though. Anna's got nice smelling lotions and Vaseline for when she wants to tug one out, but this stuff is probably better or smoother or something. It at least looks that way. But also, even if Elsa doesn't want to do anymore stuff, there's still the chance that she _will_ and Anna needs to be ready for that.

She grabs the coolest looking bottle off the shelf because she's into flashy things and when Kristoff and her part ways they're both probably planning on doing the same thing the moment they get some privacy. Except Anna's not a total barbarian, she doesn't go to her room to jerk it while people are awake. She at least waits until an hour where it's safe to assume most of the house is asleep and then she lies back on her bed and takes out her magazine. It's the one Kristoff stole from his dad and gave to her for her birthday back in middle school, the one with the naked models.

She turns to her favorite picture, Miss September 2009 (looks just like Elsa), and she gets a good look at it before setting it aside and closing her eyes. She lifts her shirt first and twists at her nipples. She starts slow, builds it up, gets her nipples nice and puffy and tender until she can't hold back her moans and she's got her heels planted firmly in the mattress and her toes curling.

She slides a hand down, scratching along her stomach until she can wrap it around her shaft, slowly slide it up until she's just gripping the head. She thinks about Miss September in a few positions at first, then it's straight to Elsa. She thinks about Elsa sucking her off, about how soft and wet Elsa's mouth was, how Elsa was able to take all of her in, how Elsa looked like she was enjoying it. Anna moans and thrusts up instead of moving her fist down, gets excited just from the motion of her hips and imagines her hand's not her hand, maybe it's Elsa (except Elsa would feel like, so so so much better). But this is close enough, what it might be like having sex with Elsa.

Anna keeps playing with her nipples with one hand as she starts to arch her back higher and higher, picking up a little speed with each thrust. Her boobs are so tender right now, she grabs a handful of one and squeezes hard, the slight pain sending her even farther over the edge. She thinks about the sounds Elsa might make while they're having sex and just the thought of Elsa moaning Anna's names… _Fuck._ Her entire body shudders and her breath comes out in shaky pants, like she can actually hear the words in her ear, hear the voice she's _imagining_.

She's so caught up thinking about Elsa and trying to get herself to come from that thought alone, that she actually does, her trip to Walgreens completely forgotten. She's blissful and relaxed cleaning off her stomach when she realizes she was _supposed to try the lube_. Fuck.

Anna picks the magazine back up and flips through it, touching herself until she's half hard again and then she squirts some lube on her hand, but it's cold so she rubs her hands together to warm it up. She squirts some more on there because it feels nice and like, why not, the more the better.

She drops a hand down to stroke herself and with the mix of the lube and the come it's making this obscene wet sound and Anna focuses only on that, imagines what fucking Elsa will sound like — _would _sound like. Shit. That gets the heat curling through her insanely fast and she rolls her head to the side. Her eyes are half-way closed, but that's when she sees it. The word, right on the bottle of the lube. She doesn't know how she missed it before, but now she can't turn away or un-see it.

It says _Anal _in these almost bold white letters.

Anna's never touched her butt before. Never really been interested, but right now she's so turned on that it doesn't actually seem like a bad idea. Like, after all, this is _her _body and she should know it and explore it and she's alone and has the lube. Fuck it. Anna grabs the bottle again and squirts some more on her hand. She moves one back down to stroke herself and she slides the other between her legs to get access to her entrance. But it's not working because her wrists are awkwardly knocking together.

Just a minor setback. This is like a learning experience. She thinks for a moment, then tries to get access again by reaching down and going under her thigh. That's better. Once her angle's good enough she uses two fingers to spread her cheeks and kind of flutters the middle one over her entrance.

It hits her then. Maybe this is going to hurt or she should rethink it or something. But it's just her finger, so there probably isn't _too _much damage she can do. But there's still the chance that she might mess up or something.

She's over analyzing it, needs to distract herself again. She closes her eyes and tugs a little harder at herself, imagines it's Elsa's hands and Elsa's finger and not hers. She trusts Elsa. Elsa would never hurt her or anything. Elsa would probably stick a finger in and then bend down and suck a little and start moving the finger in and out or something hot like that.

Oh fuck. Anna pushes back and the tip of her finger slips inside, nice and smooth, she barely feels it, not as scary as she thought. She starts thinking about Elsa's finger sliding in and out of her. She'd probably do it perfectly, know just how to get Anna off, find all the right spots. She'd focus all of her attention on Anna, making sure she was taken care of. It'd be so good. Anna mindlessly grinds back and her finger slips all the way in to the knuckle before she panics and pulls it out, realizing she went too far too fast. Shit.

She puts some more lube on her hand and tries again. The first push is accompanied by a couple hard tugs on herself and then she gets to thinking of Elsa again. Thinking of Elsa's mouth again.

She moans and it's way too fucking loud so she turns and buries her face in her pillow and she's tense and sweaty and her head's spinning. But she can only think of Elsa as she applies more lube and curls over, bending her knees toward her chest so her fingers have more room to probe. Her back arches as she starts sliding her finger in and out slowly at first, and then she's grinding back as she works her finger a little faster. And she's doing it. She's fucking _doing it. _And it feels so nice, different than just jerking off because this is crazy and intense and _everywhere_.

She tries curling her finger but she's too tight to really move it, so she just relies on her wrist to pump in and out instead. She tugs at herself even faster but keeps getting preoccupied with the finger, like it's distracting her, too much at once. And she's so close. She just has to like, think of Elsa just one more time and — fuck.

Anna shoves her face even deeper into her pillow, her last effort to muffle her cries as she comes so hard that she gets dizzy. She's still riding her finger and tugging at herself and it seems like it lasts forever, spilling all over her and her sheets.

She lets go of herself first, then she pulls her finger out and lies in silence for a moment, doesn't realize she's been biting down on her lip until she feels a bit of pain and slides it from beneath her teeth.

That was. That was… _amazing_. She needs a drink of water.

Anna's in sweats and down the stairs in the kitchen and _standing in front of Elsa_ before she gets the chance to think about how wrecked she probably looks. Puffy lips and flushed cheeks, all sweaty with messy hair.

And Elsa notices it too, because that _hooligan _is just staring at Anna giggling. "You okay there big guy?" she says.

Anna gives her best glare under these circumstances. She must never tell Elsa she thought about her while fingering herself. "Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

Because she just came twice and can't afford to be turned on again, doesn't have the energy. "Because I said so, that's why."

Elsa looks around like they're not the only ones there, then she walks forward, places her hands on Anna's hips. "So you're calling the shots now?" she asks. "That's new."

"Im not," Anna mutters. "I just want some water."

Elsa hums and smiles, then she leans in close to Anna's face. "Okay, but you have to give me something for it."

Her hands slide up Anna's shirt and they feel strong and warm and Anna's prepared to give her whatever she wants at this point because she just spent however many minutes imagining Elsa naked and doing various things.

"Like what?" she says.

Elsa looks away like she hasn't already thought this through, and then she looks back a few seconds later. "How about a kiss?"

"Yeah, okay." Anna doesn't have to think about it, would have said yeah to almost anything.

Elsa nods and leans in, but then she starts kissing everything _but _Anna's lips, trailing kisses down her jaw or over her chin or cheek or kissing her neck. It's almost teasing to the point of frustration and it doesn't help that one of Elsa's hands has made its way down to Anna's crotch and is massaging her over her sweats and Anna's not wearing any underwear. She didn't even think it was possible to get hard again so soon, but Elsa's apparently doing the trick… with just her hand. This is ridiculous.

Fuck, Anna's so far gone.

Elsa keeps going at it for a few minutes, keeps teasing Anna and massaging her and then Anna feels it. Feels that rush she gets when it's been over a week since she's touched herself and she's really hard and knows the first touch is going to be spectacular. Only she just got off like, not even fifteen minutes ago. But the feeling's so strong that it's almost paralyzing, Anna's sure if she wasn't leaning on Elsa she'd be on the floor right now.

She presses her hips forward with her last bit of energy and Elsa finally sticks her hand in Anna's pants and lowers the waistband just enough to pull Anna free. She starts stroking Anna pretty slowly but like, she's doing _something _else that's driving Anna crazy and she's still kissing Anna and teasing her, pushing her closer and closer. She's being so gentle, that it's drawing everything out, pushing Anna to the point where she can't even make a sound anymore, can't think of anything but Elsa's hands and Elsa's lips and she sinks down into Elsa's shoulder, feeling so unstable.

When Anna finally comes, it's barely a drop but it's so intense that it's actually kind of painful. It feels like it lasts forever and her body'll never go back to normal. She whines when Elsa pulls her pants back up. She whines when Elsa makes her walk to the sink, and whines some more when Elsa pulls her to the fridge to grab some water. She even whines all the way to the couch in the living room and only stops whining when Elsa gently places her down and opens the water to help her drink.

"Shit," Elsa says, " — you really worked yourself out, didn't you?"

Anna feels like she's drunk or something, kind of out of it. "Yeah, tried some new things."

Elsa runs a hand through Anna's hair, it's impossibly gentle, almost makes Anna want to punch her because she either wants to be held or not touched at all at this point. It's all too much. Elsa picks up on it and stops. "That's always fun," she says. "What kind of things did you try?"

"Tried using fingers," Anna mutters before she can stop herself.

She thought that maybe her and Elsa would do some kind of awkward dance around each other for a while, at least until they could push what happened to the back of their minds, but she's figuring out fast that it's actually the opposite.

Elsa snuggles up to her on the couch and takes in a deep breath. "You ever done that before? What we did a few days back?" she asks.

Anna blushes immediately with how casual Elsa is about it, but she's also pleased because if Elsa's asking, then maybe she wasn't so obviously inexperienced. "Nah, that was my first um. My first one."

"You like it?"

"Yes," Anna laughs. "You couldn't tell?"

Elsa nips at her shoulder, but she's also laughing. "I don't want us to be awkward around each other. Don't want you to hide from me."

"I don't want that either."

"It was weird when I first saw you," Elsa says. "You never expect to have a crush on your new sister."

Anna sighs dramatically. "Yeah don't you just hate when your mom marries the dad of the girl you like?"

"Yeah," Elsa says, "Sucks, right? Now we're the ones who'll look weird if we say anything."

Anna wraps her arm around Elsa because she knows she can. It's comforting. "Yeah, it sucks that their relationship overrides ours."

Elsa scrunches up her nose and laughs. "Our _relationship_?"

"_That's _the thing you question from this entire conversation?"

Elsa's body stiffens for the briefest moment, then she shakes her head. "No, I. Well, I'm glad you liked it the other night."

"It was amazing," Anna says. It's more of a thought that slipped out than an attempt at a compliment. "I'm still thinking about it, can't get over it."

Elsa lets out a pleased little hum as she nuzzles even closer to Anna. "Thanks," she says. "I kind of wanted you to think I'd done it before."

Anna's a bit shocked, really tempted to question whether or not that was Elsa's first time doing that, but she decides against it. "Everything about it was great."

"Really? I thought you might kill me when I let you go."

"I would never hurt you," Anna says. She aims to say it casually but falls short so she buries her embarrassment in Elsa's hair.

Elsa turns and lifts up enough to cup Anna's face in her hand. It's the same way she did it in the bathroom at the party. Anna tries to hold her gaze, but it's intense, and she doesn't handle that very well. She ends up looking away.

"Jesus, Anna," Elsa says, then she's leaning in and kissing Anna, pressing her back into the couch and climbing on top of her.

— —

Anna's well aware of all of the reasons that she shouldn't be doing this, why this is probably stupid. But she keeps sneaking around and doing little things with Elsa anyway. She knows, she _knows _this is just asking for trouble because, honestly, this isn't built to last or be anything other than a secret. Even her decision to date Hans wasn't as bad as this one. Elsa has this way of being obvious about it, too. She likes to flirt at dinner sometimes or around school, and mostly people think it's a joke, but Kristoff notices.

Anna just doesn't get what's keeping her around. Elsa _has _to know the problems with this, and Anna hasn't necessarily been rocking Elsa's world, more like the opposite. So she's wondering what Elsa gets from this, why she even wants it when she could probably have anyone and not be in this predicament with her dumb little stepsister.

They could probably discuss it or something. But when Anna thinks about it one night as she's brushing her teeth, she laughs. People don't even talk about their feelings anymore.

Maybe if they just keep going at it and not acknowledging it as a problem, it won't _be_ a problem.

Anna gets used to the way things are after a couple weeks, so when Elsa goes away on her week long trip with the school's outdoor club it feels a little weird. Anna's kind of antsy, doesn't know what to do with herself. She hasn't realized how much she's started preoccupying herself with Elsa time. They're always talking or hanging out or doing homework together… or other things.

Anna's on her toes the whole week, waiting for maybe a text or something, a picture of the outdoors, at least. But nothing happens. She doesn't hear from Elsa at all, which is weird because even if they have some kind of unusual relationship, they're still sisters and Elsa should still check in. Anna spends most of the week hanging out in her room or talking to Kristoff on the phone, becoming increasingly gross because when Elsa's not around she's not ashamed of wearing the same shirt two days in a row or getting really sloppy when she eats pizza while lying down.

So that's what Elsa sees when she comes home unexpectedly and Anna's in the kitchen slumming through the refrigerator.

"Whoa," Anna says, holding a pack of cheese like it'll protect her. "You scared me. Didn't know you'd be home." She looks down at her clothes. "Obviously."

Elsa shrugs and looks the way she always does, like she's not bothered by anything. "See you've been enjoying your time away from me," she says. Rude. How dare she come home unannounced and poke fun at Anna in the first minute she's there.

Anna straightens herself. "Well, maybe I didn't _ask _for time away from you," she says. "You could have called."

Elsa puts her bag on the floor and walks toward Anna. "I _couldn't_ have. Mom and Dad home?"

"No, they just left. Why not?"

Elsa grabs onto the drawstring of Anna's pants. "Outdoors, Anna."

But Anna slaps her hand away. She's got to stay strong. "You can't just do that to make it go away. I have _real _feelings Elsa." Maybe she should just stop before this gets too awkward.

Elsa's face is stuck somewhere between amused and confused when she backs away. "I didn't even have my phone with me. Was busy getting close to nature you goober."

Oh yeah. Right. That should have made more sense a long time ago. "Well, yeah. So, like. Obviously I missed you," Anna says.

"Missed you too. I did some thinking."

"About me?"

Elsa smiles to herself and steps forward to kiss Anna's forehead. Anna might be blushing now. "Of course it was about you," Elsa says. "More specifically, about _us_. I think we should consider like, actually having sex."

Anna's having a heart attack and Elsa looks calmer than she's ever looked before. Jesus Christ. But it's cool, Anna's ready for this. Has the stuff.

"I mean," Elsa continues, "I'm pretty comfortable with you now and we've been sort of working up to it these past couple weeks. Maybe it's time."

Anna doesn't have to say much because it's obvious what her answer is. They end up showering, together this time, and Anna lets Elsa wash her and Elsa lets Anna do the same. By the time they get out and end up on Elsa's bed, they're both pretty ready to go. Anna excuses herself abruptly and grabs her package as she shuffles down the hall to her room to get _the stuff_. She takes a moment to look in her mirror.

This is it. This is the moment her life has led up to. She presses her boobs up, tries to make them look bigger. They're okay, she thinks, proportional to her body at least. They'd look weird if they were super huge or something. She's good, ready to go.

She rushes back to Elsa's room and crawls into the bed between Elsa's legs. As soon as they make eye contact, Elsa smiles and Anna feels calmer somehow, like maybe this isn't all going to go to shit.

Elsa wraps her legs around Anna, her smile all warm and devastating. "How you doing, Snowflake?"

Anna's grin nearly splits her face in half but she still hums like she has to consider it. "Really, really great," she says.

Even from this position Elsa's still in complete control of everything. She pulls Anna down and kisses her and it's deep and possessive and Anna's oddly pleased with that. "You sure you wanna do this?" Elsa asks.

Anna rolls her eyes. "Of course." Elsa spreads her legs wider and Anna swallows. "How um. How do you wanna do it?"

"Like this," Elsa says. "This is fine."

Well that's good, nothing too fancy. Anna can do this. She grabs a condom and lets Elsa put it on, mostly because she's pretty sure her hands would have been shaking too hard if she tried to do it herself, but also because she knows Elsa likes doing things for her. And Anna's not sure if she needs lube or how much she's supposed to use so she just squirts on a generous amount and Elsa flinches when Anna pours it on her. Shit, she forgot how cold it is.

Alright, Anna's got this. She bends down and holds herself up on her arms, keeps looking down to make sure she's lining up right, keeps looking in Elsa's eyes to gauge her reaction. Elsa looks sure, not nervous at all. It's making Anna more confident, less nervous about it.

Anna slips in slower than she's ever done anything before. And she _wants_ to make sure Elsa's okay but she's too busy having her fucking mind blown. She thought Elsa's mouth was great, but this is like. Elsa so tight around her and hot and clinging and Anna thinks she just might be able to stay inside of her forever.

Elsa lets out a moan, and when Anna opens her eyes she nearly slams the rest of the way into her. Elsa's back is arched off the bed and her eyes are closed and her head's thrown back and she looks so completely wrecked with her flushed cheeks and the way she's biting her lip. Once Anna's completely inside, Elsa pulls her head up and they both stare at each other for a while, neither one of them making a move.

"It's okay," Elsa says, " — just do it. Just move, Anna. Come on. Just." She lets her head fall back again and she lifts her hips a little.

Anna grabs onto one and pulls out as much as possible before sliding back in. If it's hurting Elsa in any kind of way, she's not showing it. She just grabs onto Anna's shoulder and digs her nails in as she moans and her breathing picks up.

That triggers something in Anna, something almost primal and she lets out a grunt as she pulls out slow and then slams into Elsa hard this time. Elsa's hand drops from Anna's shoulder and she grips the sheets beneath her.

"Fuck, Anna," she cries.

Shit. Elsa's saying her name and it's even better than she imagined. Anna closes her eyes and grabs both of Elsa's hips as she works in and out, just about ready to burst. It feels so great, so good. She lets one of Elsa's hips go and grabs at the sheets —

Her eyes fling open when she realizes she can't move back anymore. Elsa's legs are wrapped around her and holding her tight and Elsa's looking her in the eyes. "Don't come yet," Elsa orders. "Give it a minute, alright?"

Anna takes in a deep breath and nods, tries to gather herself and think about something that has nothing to do with who's lying beneath her. It's not working. "I don't know, Els. This is. I'm close," she says.

Elsa smiles and pulls Anna down and kisses her. It's sloppy and uncoordinated and they're both out of breath afterwards. "I'm close too," Elsa says, " — I just need a minute."

Elsa loosens her legs and Anna's able to move again, but she's afraid to go as hard as she was before, knows she won't last long that way. She decides to take one of Elsa's nipples into her mouth, bite down in a not so playful kind of way. She knows that always does it for her when she's alone. But Elsa's still holding on, still grinding her hips and moaning.

Shit. There's got to be something she can do, she's surprised she's made it this far. Anna slides out slowly and pauses, then she pushes back in and Elsa moans louder than she's ever done in the past. Anna nearly bites her lip off trying to hold back.

Okay, there's that spot on girls. Anna knows about it. She's heard people talk about it before. She's just got to find it. She starts working in short thrusts as she brings her hand down between Elsa's legs, making large circles with her thumb. She's never watched anyone as intently as she's watching Elsa right now, but it pays off because Elsa lets out a gasp the moment Anna touches the right spot. She then lets out a high pitched squeal as she throws her arms above her head and grabs onto the headboard when Anna focuses in on that spot.

Elsa barely lasts thirty seconds before she clenches tighter than ever around Anna and shouts, "Fuck," as her body tenses up. And Anna comes right alongside her, insanely proud somewhere in the back of her mind that she was able to accomplish that.

She's dizzy and sweaty and out of breath but she's never been this pleased with herself or Elsa or anything. And after a few seconds of the room being filed with nothing but panting and ragged breaths, as if on cue, both her and Elsa begin laughing.

Anna's arms feel too weak so she ties off the condom and throws it toward the trash before collapsing on top of Elsa.

"I think I need a drink," Anna says, too tired to actually get up and get anything.

Elsa moves Anna's hair from her eyes and kisses her face. "Want me to get you a cigarette?"

"Why do you keep this up with me if you can have anyone you want?" Anna asks.

Maybe this isn't the right time to ask, but she's already done it so she lifts up to stare down at Elsa. Elsa doesn't say anything, just gives her a look, and Anna immediately knows the answer, feels dumb for never realizing it before.

She lies back down and nuzzles into Elsa's neck. "No I don't want a cigarette. Smoking's for losers, Elsa."

Elsa wraps her arms around Anna and laughs. "But you're the biggest loser I know."

— —

(They keep their relationship a secret for the next year and then Elsa goes off to college, but eventually Anna's mom divorces Elsa's dad and a couple years later Elsa and Anna reveal their relationship and many, many years down the line when they have their children over for big family Christmas dinners no one ever brings up the fact that Grandma and Grandpa were once married and Anna and Elsa were once (kind of) sisters.)

**- THE END -**


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